Extra's Harem: Invincibility Starts with Marriage and lots of Children-Chapter 97 - Exorcism Sect (3)
Within the premises of the Exorcism sect, or at least what it was called before becoming a place bathed in crimson liquid, the metallic stench filled the whole area.
In the courtyard stood a hundred people remaining in a circle, their hands holding talismans and their backs pressed together as they looked towards three individuals surrounding them.
"Haaa... Senior brother, are you alright?" One of the disciples staggered, his grip tightening around a bloodstained talisman as he glanced at his senior brother—the only middle fourth-layer cultivator who was left within the sect, as others were away.
The courtyard, once brimming with five hundred exorcists, now held only a hundred—panting, trembling, their robes soaked in crimson.
The metallic stench of blood clung to the air, suffocating.
Three figures stood around their encirclement, yet all eyes were fixated on two women among them.
"Those two... those two alone—" A younger disciple's voice cracked, his hand trembling as he pointed a shaking finger at the women.
"Shut up!" another snapped, his breathing uneven.
"They'll hear you—"
"They already know," someone else whispered, barely audible over the wind that carried the echoes of the slaughter.
"They cut through our ranks like wheat... like demons wearing human skin..." Another disciple clenched his fists, his talisman sparking with weak spiritual energy.
"Where are the elders?!" a disciple near the back hissed.
"Where is the Sect Master?! We sent out signals!"
"They're not coming; the one who went to send the signal is dead."
The senior brother's voice was hollow, his eyes never leaving the two women.
A disciple fell to his knees, hands gripping the blood-soaked earth.
"This... This isn't how it was supposed to be..."
"I don't want to die..." one whimpered, his voice barely louder than the rustling of corpses shifting in the breeze.
"Stay together! If we break formation—"
"They don't need us to break. They'll do it themselves," another muttered, his knuckles turning white.
Silence hung for a moment.
Then—
One of the women tilted her head, ever so slightly.
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The disciples flinched.
'Time is slipping by; they put up longer than expected,' Olea stood there, clearly sensing that her reservoirs were already more than half depleted from killing these remaining disciples, who were all, except for one, below the middle of the Third Layer.
Given that the Exorcism Sect was one of the busiest sects and acted actively due to evil spirits and ghosts being too active throughout the kingdom, their inner disciples and senior members were all sent throughout the kingdom to capture evil spirits, purify them, and become stronger.
This made her think that it would be much easier.
But now, among the dozen, due to being overwhelmed by numbers, she had lost seven of her own members from the ghost sect—each in Early 5th Layer, while others, except for the vice sect leader—Middle 5th Layer, were injured and sent back for healing.
'In this state,' it was clear that they had underestimated the Exorcism sect, thinking that with their power they would be able to overwhelm them.
Of course, the death of 400 disciples would undoubtedly create chaos and stir the whole Azure Flame Kingdom, leading to a struggle between the ghost sect and the exorcism sect at a mass level, and possibly even provoke the royal family to intervene.
Yet this was the only chance to weaken this faction, which had been the arch enemy of the ghost sect for hundreds of years.
Olea's eyes turned towards the vice sect leader of the ghost sect, observing how his Qi had completely vanished from sight, as if he were fighting using only his physical strength and will, making it clear that they were exhausting themselves while fighting a battle they would have won easily.
"Haa... Haa... Sect leader, they are only a hundred in number," the Vice Sect Leader said, clearly gasping due to exhaustion, knowing they were not just slaughtering mortals but fighting disciples around the third layer.
Given their strength, it was easy to overpower them, yet the sheer numbers were overwhelming, leading to his exhaustion as he was burning away most of his reservoirs.
He felt the only thing he could do was rely on physical strength, as his Qi had been exhausted several minutes ago.
Yet, he held on, knowing how crucial this moment was, given the situation, where this small mark on the Exorcism sect would remain for eternity; they would never be able to recover after the deaths of two divisions, mostly the lower disciples and the middle-layered disciples—cutting away the rise of any potential prodigy from this sect.
However, he did not forget the one who held the leash of this whole operation—someone without whom it would have been impossible.
Turning towards the woman standing with her sapphire eyes, still glinting with the same vitality they had since she arrived.
The burning flare of Qi surrounding her body was the only thing overwhelming these 100 individuals, who could definitely sense that he had lost his Qi reserves.
This battle from the start belonged to that woman who was in a rank he had never seen.
The sheer strength she displayed was so enormous that he realized that the 7th layer and above were literally immortals.
The enormous amount of Qi within her body at maximum output was evident, and the way she remained composed throughout the battle was a clear indication that they just needed to get rid of these remaining disciples and leave this place.
'Focus!' the Vice Sect Leader of the Ghost Sect held within his heart, knowing that all of his men had either already injured or killed.
And now losing after coming this far would mean absolute loss for the Ghost Sect, which was naturally divided within the factions.
They had lost the Third Elder, who was strong enough, making the overall Ghost Sect weak.
Now that he had the chance to do the same to their arch-enemy, he felt like a child crying for his broken body, causing him to clench his hand around the sword, using his teeth to grip the cloth before tying it around his trembling hand, which wanted to leave the hilt and had turned white due to the tight grip.
He wrapped the cloth around his hand to glue it to the sword's hilt.
'Was it reckless of me...' Aleriana stood, though appearing composed externally.
She observed how Olea was nearly exhausted while her men were already in no state to fight, with their losses being small and the losses on the other side being enormous.
She felt how even her Qi had been emptied long ago.
She had just 100 years of cultivation left when she reached the Early 7th layer—where the years also define the amount of pure Qi one holds—and she had already burned all of it.
But it appeared the 7th layer was different from any previous layers, as just by using her breathing technique to cultivate and produce Qi, she was able to balance the production and consumption of Qi.
"Haa... Husband must be waiting..." She exhaled, closing her eyes before snapping them open, her hands tightening over the sword as she cleaned the blood from her face with the other hand, glaring towards the disciples who were trembling, completely without a leader, scattered mentally before her.
Her figure once again blurred and shot like an arrow towards the last formation of the disciples.
Exhaustion was inevitable; she would just rest, even though she had already overestimated her body which was exhausted to the limit.
But this chance would never come again.
The 2nd Prince of the Azure Flame Kingdom had the biggest support from the Exorcism Sect, and to destroy it—she needed to push herself.
"Go!" Olea also clenched her jaws, knowing well that more than the princess, who definitely had an interest in getting rid of this sect just for the throne, she also needed to secure the future of her own sect.
Gripping both swords through the exhaustion and muscle pain, her body urged her to push herself while yelling for the Vice Sect Leader to push himself just one last time; they needed to kill the remaining ones to eradicate the future of the Exorcism Sect.
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"Khuckkh—thud"
Scklt!
"Aarghhh!"
The sound of steel carving through flesh was drowned by the final, pitiful cries of the remaining disciples.
Olea's blade gleamed, slicing through the last throat within her reach.
